Riddle me this...Everyone can see it but you. What is it?
The answer was an Eye. And if in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man was king, what did that say for one such as his glorious self? For who had more eyes, who had more knowledge across the city then him? Traffic cameras, home security systems, cell phone feeds, all waiting for a dastardly figure such as himself to perform such a glorious work only a stylish, clever individual such as himself could accomplish. After all, who else could have devised such an ingenious plan such as this? Capturing the footage, inciting the common folk, sending out each of these heroes to burn out throughout the night- And even getting third rate organizations such as Cobra into the act- That was a stroke of genius.
So it was with more then a little swagger, that Riddler watched as Hate Monger and his minions got the beating of their life, as he turned to his newest minion.
"Well then Inquisitor- I trust, you are satisfied?"
These ninja's were all well and good, but they needed direction. At least these moronic pajama wearing people had enough sense to contact the smartest man in Gotham City.
Watching the screens, the Inquisitor- as the ninja's called him examined the screens thoughtfully before asking aloud.
"You are certain your security system is impregnable enough then?"
Riddler could have scoffed and he did. But such was his fate, to explain the oblique workings of his mind to the lesser beings.
"Of course. The Sewer is guarded by that walking handbag, while your doctor works in the laboratory above my first and second floor traps. My own sections requires a much more cunning mind than my own, therefore- There is nothing I need worry for. And if all else fails, which it won't- Its why I have you, isn't it?"
"Truly, there is nothing you have left to chance." There was an inscrutable intonation to the masked and hooded Inquisitor. Riddler puffed up with pride, regardless.
"Of course- And as you can see from the feeds, each hero and villain running rampant along the streets have likewise added to the chaos of this night. I doubt any will even remember that it was I who lured them into this situation in the first place."
"Then master, if it pleases you- May I and my brethren have leave to patrol?"
Riddler, bored with the conversation flapped a hand impatiently.
"Yes, yes, yes go. I have no more need of you at this point."
The Inquisitor inclined his head and left the room, heading past the traps up to the rooftop. A few moments later, the Elite appeared again, from the four directions of the compass. The deferential manner he had used on Riddler vanished, as he crossed his arms and spoke.
"Report."
The North Elite spoke first.
"Gotham City is in flames. Its people run rampant in fear and there is a delicious atmosphere our Doctor is quite enamored with."
"Harvey Dent is ready whenever you wish for the next phase. He will prove a ready distraction."
Replied the South Elite.
"I have shadowed Cain and Slade's legacy... They are running ragged and tired, though strong despite it."
The Western Elite said simply.
The last, the Eastern Elite hesitated and the Inquisitor frowned.
"Speak."
"....Hun and the others chomp at the bit to be unleashed. Up to this point, we have used the cover of thugs and these...Freaks in our line of work. They wish to fight and-."
"-They will keep on wishing!" The Inquisitor snapped as he turned to face the Eastern Elite with a flash in his eyes and a brief glow about his hands.
"..... I have gotten news from Lady Karai. New York City appears to have a grim chance as of now. The Master requires you all home. Though Hun shall stay with me."
"What of the Clan and the Purple Dragons?"
"Both remain here, alongside myself to keep a semblance of resistance...We have learned all we can, now comes the point where we cripple them here. Inform the Purple Dragons to hole up with Black Mask....And inform the Foot to meet me where the good doctor is working on the true formula." He turned to look out at the city, breathing deeply. He was rather more used to Madripoor, but there was a certain air to Gotham City he rather liked. A place of shadows where a ninja could very well call home.
A pity it was reduced to these minor terrorist acts for now, but this was only an opening feint after all.
"....While you're at it, leak out the locations of our one-time ally and our friend with the green thumb. They'll serve as excellent distractions while Dr. Crane perfects his formula."
He didn't laugh. He wasn't the sort to do so, not when it came to a job. He was a professional after all and that sort of thing wound you up in Arkham, fitted out for a white uniform. Instead, he clasped the handle of his sword as he spoke.
"Its time to spread the word, Elite. And the word..."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke darkly, as each Elite retreated to perform their task as the Inquisitor took out from his cloak, a single artifact.
A medallion, one of many stolen by his own hand as he said quietly.
"-Is Niumowang."
And with a sweep of his cloak, he too was gone.
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The Narrows
Hate Monger fell rather swiftly to those present.
Almost too swiftly. The costume was certainly his own, but he seemed a bit too weak in body for the physical labor this line of work required. At any rate, he laid down flat on his face and didn't move once struck down.
More pressing were those of the bodies, currently being loaded up into available ambulances on the scene as well as working feverishly to save what lives they could. At this point, there were two places they could try....Talking to the thugs or directly to Hate Monger.
Helping out the wounded was also an option.
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